He should talk to me, too. But, like, he's always shutting me out and stressing out whenever I say something to him. [ The audience wonders why, Petre. ] It's like you said, we're brood, so how the hell are we supposed to do anything if he doesn't even make an effort?

[ And now, an awkward silence in the audience.

This is all said while Angel brings up the necklace, catching his attention in the middle of his little rant. There it is. ]

... I dunno. If you want to, I guess.

[ Weh. ]